Poems from Malakai
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But...
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But...
She cried as she slashed at her skin,
It wasn’t the razor that hurt her but the feeling of sin.
She wished she didn’t have to do this,
But...